Ating metung a dalaga....

Life is hilariously lonely and poignantly unreal. I always think of the day when I will be a cool old gal sitting on a wicker chair thinking of all the days that have gone by. Will I have ample memories to keep me company during the lonely days of life's twilight. Will my eyes light up when I remember a day long ago when I was full of wonderful joy, a photographed moment in my mind? Or will I just stare blankly in space wishing that I could relive my life again. My prayer is that at the end of my days I could utter that I've had a rich, full life. And that my friends, should drive me to make most of what I have right now. what about you?